The weather was looking rather bland so we decided it would be best to find somewhere to sit. He said he fancied some lunch so that's where we went, he's usually quite picky with what he eats but he chose Subway.
Yeah, now I'm not too familiar with subway to be honest with you, I have had it once and other times I have been in there with people I have been put off by all of the questions that they ask you and how they seem to be rushing you. Why can't I stand and browse instead of being forced into making a decision I am not 100% sure about? After all it's a sandwhich, and as a woman, I have been taught that they should be made with the upmost precision and as much care as you can muster. There was a slight queue about 5/6 people so I thought this might give me a little time to consider what I would like. Suddenly one of the guys in the queue were a little bit loud and after an altercaion with the 'sandwich arist' (I believe that is their job title) about how he didn't want the sandwhich toasted, he minced out of the store, yeah he was gay ( or just very effeminate at least) so his little bitch fit seemed all the more funnier when we approached the counter and saw this notice:
Maybe this was the actual reason for his little outburst... I guess we will never know... So in the end I decided not to have anything, i still felt as if I was under the spanish inquisition and not really comfortable about a stranger asking me my personal preferences, but because I didnt want anything, neither did my friend because he didn't want to eat alone. Anyway the jokes of the day started in subway after that they just seemed to be everywhere we went.
We decided to stop in a pub for lunch, the idea was a Sunday roast because it was sunday, but I decided against that and had good olde Eglish fish and chips. Yummeh, yes?
After the delicious meal and routing through the newspaper for other funny stories ( which we didn't find) we headed off for a walk around the shops before they shut, strangely, there were less irritating people around today, hmm. We ended up in some little backstreets and were a little bit scared for our lives, 10 year olds in hoodies are terrifying OK? Boarded up windows on houses, most of the shops shut, but even though I felt I was being watched by the 14 year old mothers hanging out on the streets with their un-shoed, freezing babies, I couldnt help but guffaw at this wonderfully named shop:
Oh how I wanted that to be open, I was quite bemused by the placement though, is it right that Grandad's Sausage should be left so close to sweets & treats? I did look around, there were no suspisious vans lurking, we were safe on that front. After walking for quite some time we found a bus stop situated out side of a Tescos express ( like a 7-11, for you Americans) and while we were waiting for the one-every-hour bus I decided to go get some drinks, I'm not quite sure if every little does help, Tesco.
Not such a bargain after all. I bought water.
So, today has thouroughly cheered me up and I was distracted from feeling like utter poop. If most days were like this I could probably face being outside more but as it is, they wouldn't be. Plus, this just makes me realise how useless people actually are.
Overall a good finish to the weekend, I just wish it was a little bit longer.
Have you all had good ones? I hope so.